I still think this way, that my children are my gift to the world.
If you find me feedin’ daisies
Please turn my face up to the sky
And leave me be
Watchin’ the moon roll by
Gordon Lightfoot
The Watchman’s Gone
I guess most of us want to leave our mark on the world, something that people will look at and remember us for. Something tangible and worthwhile. Maybe even something beautiful.
In times gone by, before autopsies and embalming and sealed burial vaults, people passed over and were buried. They returned to the earth and fed it. Flowers were planted on the grave and took sustenance from the people below.
The circle went on.
Lately I’ve been thinking that maybe the best thing I could leave behind would be to provide sustenance to some beautiful flowers as my body returned to the earth. And then it occurred to me that my wife and I took care of this long ago.
Our three children are…
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T. W. Dittmer 
Tim this is a beautiful piece. What a lovely thought. You are so right our children are what we leave behind. Maybe when we are gone someone far away reads our words in a book and it brings them solace. Beautiful! Love ❤️ Joni
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Thanks, Joni. That’s a true compliment, coming from someone as talented as you.
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That is very kind of you Tim but you write beautifully and I loved reading your work and will be reading more. You are talented. Love ❤️ Joni Please be safe. 🤗
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Thanks so much, Joni. ❤
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My pleasure seriously. You have been such a kind and supportive friend. Now your work should show up on my reader. You have a gift, thanks for sharing it. ❤️🤗🦋💕
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A wonderful reminder Tim, thank you. xo
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Thanks, Eden. It’s so nice to hear from a respected talent.
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